"How ya feeling Gage?" Tony asked from the driver's side of the squad, leaning on the hood. It was John's last shift at 10 before he was reassigned to station 51. Gage hummed a reply, not really sure how he was feeling. The past couple months had gone by in a blur. "I'll let you know," Gage answered his partner's question with a smirk.

"Shit," Mike said, shaking his hand. He was working on a rocking chair for a fellow engineer, when a splinter lodged itself in his finger. Mike sucked his finger and glared at the offending piece of wood the splinter came from. He had just cut out the armrests, which meant the pieces weren't yet sanded. "Least I won't get another splinter," he said.

It was the first C shift after graduation, two weeks before Christmas, when Rescue Man Johnny Gage walked into his new station. "You Gage?" a disembodied head asked, sticking appearingly out of the wall, revealing an office door. Johnny nodded. "Come over this way."

"Hey Mike," Captain Stanley said, "What do you know about demolishing a wall?" he asked. Mike shrugged, "You'll wanna ask Johnny about that." "Gage?" Hank questioned. His mind trailed off to the younger medic. Discovering, with a frown, he really didn't know anything about Gage at all. He wanted to fix that.